Did that make this their new rainy day ritual? Because if it did Sam could certainly live with that. Sam let Rumlow thrust up into his mouth, backing off so he wasn't choking to the point they'd have to stop but still letting him hit the back of his throat, gripping his hips hard every time he choked, swallowed and recovered. The rain covered his noises for the most part but not Rumlow's voice or his hissing.

Sam hummed with cat-like amusement as his CO arched. Hell, it was a thing feeling that, listening to him and made him only want to suck harder.

That fast, though, huh?

He drew back, mouth flush, working his jaw as he slowly jacked Rumlow while he looked up with dry humor. "You can always redeem yourself in the showers." Which sounded far more appealing to be fucked in than up against the bark of a tree.